Feeding Florg
by Kadumy

With some uncertainty
I scrolled and scrolled around,
Until I reached my target;
What I had to play was found.

The game I will tell you about
Is of odd morality,
So I would ask you, pretty please,
Not to judge me too hastily.

If you haven't yet figured out,
Feed Florg was what I had to play.
"But what is that game all about?"
Sit down, I will now say.

Always crying with hunger,
Florg is a mutant Chia.
"What else does he think, feel, or do?"
Well, I have no idea!

Though I know he should eat,
I have trouble in dealing
With what he only will ingest...
It gives me a creepy feeling.

For he will only eat Petpets!
I've said it, now you see.
He's always eating more and more --
He'd eat ten Warfs and one Hasee!

We keep the Petpets on the table,
With two outcomes, and both are bad.
Either they're eaten or they fall...
Well, now I'm getting really sad.

During the time I'm playing
I notice they all weep.
Both Florg and Petpets; and now me,
I'm getting in too deep.

So, after all that I have said,
I hope you understand this lass.
I want the avatar but, nah,
I guess that for now I'll just pass.

The Tale Of The Aboogala
by Celestialguineapig

Quietly crept the Aboogala, 
Softly and without a stir,
Minding the webs looming 
In the cellar’s dark corners.
Flitting through the shadows, 
To and fro through the night.
Careful, careful to avoid 
A feeble Petpetpet’s plight.

Dust settles on the floor 
As our Aboogala peeks out,
Nervously peering up at the looming Spyder web
A sculpture made of 
Entanglements of gossamer thread
Low to the ground, it’s a taunt and a tease.

The Aboogala eyes the strand, 
A gleam in its eye...
Knows he should not but he’s daring to try.
Dashing up to the web, 
All cares but abandoned,
Lured in by the deadly trap 
Of the sole Spyder’s web.

Trapped, entangled, 
And wrought with suspicions
That this gleaming web was all but a ruse,
A snare ready to latch onto a poor p3’s legs
If he but moved.

Wound in wraps of web like a cocoon of silk,
Our Aboogala friend settles in for his fate.
For an eternity of waiting, watching, wishing --
’Tis the story of the Aboogala’s plight.

Candy Corn Latte
by Ej_neo_pets

A white Kacheek sat
On a cold autumn day
In a lonely dingy cafe...
Quite bored, would you say?

The waiter placed down
A mysterious treat --
Striped white, orange, and yellow.
What a kind fellow...

She slowly took a sip of it,
A smile began to warm.
A lovely-spiced delicious brew
What it was, she didn't knew.

The warm mellow chill
Left her in a trance...
What is this? 
A new creation she somehow missed?

It was a Candy Corn Latte,
So beautiful and sweet,
With a crown of whip cream
Very fitting for a queen.

"Oh, Candy Corn Latte..."
She cooed softly.
A beautiful sight,
You made my day bright.

Paint Brush Gallery
by Nostalgia_14

Oh, paint brush gallery,
Standing beautiful and strong,
It seems you only mock me
As I walk along.

I see the paint brushes sitting there
In each window, on each shelf,
While I'm just standing here
Wishing I had them all myself.

I imagine my faerie wings
If I could but use such a brush,
Or how my friends would enviously sing
Of my fur made of plush.

I can only imagine
How I might change if painted Darigan;
What I would look like in Tyrannian;
If I would like myself in Maraquan.

How artisic would I appear to be
If I were painted scritchy sketchy?
I could not get into trouble, you see,
For once painted invisible, no one can see me.

Oh, how I want that ghostly blue hue
Or to be painted white as snow.
Oh, how could such beautiful brushes as you
Be only for show?

The Arcanium
by Meowclopspurrcat

Deep inside the Moltara caves,
A small shop lies in wait.
The molten rock beneath it paves
The way to something great!

For this shop is not your run-of-the-mill
Moltara spot, you’ll find;
The heated shelves will give you a thrill
With books of every kind!

Welcome to the Arcanium!
Please enjoy your stay;
If a tome piques your cranium,
You may buy some books today!

The shopkeeper is a bit shy,
But don’t let that give you a scare:
If a book catches your eye
He’ll be sure to be there!

You can find him with his nose in a book,
His fiery mane lighting the pages;
He’ll occasionally give you a cordial look,
Then turn back to the tales of ages.

When you get to know him, though,
He’s really quite kind;
He’ll be happy to help with books: he’ll show,
Suggest, discuss, and find!

So, next time you travel through Moltara’s pit,
The Arcanium is the shop you’ll have to hit!